T’charrl was pretty sure his parents would be happy to try and accommodate his differences and make sure people weren’t going to see him for what he was. Despite the people being fairly eager to see him he didn’t want them to see him quite yet, especially if something bad might happen during the process of confronting them. He was still in the process of mastering his powers and he was far from there. Keeping his balance on his crutches he took a few steps forward, just trying to get used to the weight and movement before giving Takeshi a nervous smile, “Umm, he’s not really into that examining stuff, I don’t think. If he was he would probably poke me for longer than he’d be talking for”, he sighed, looking down at himself, “He’ll probably want to see how much I’ve improved, though. I know that much…” Giving Takeshi the scouter he seemed disappointed that Takeshi was already moving to the door, sounding as if he wasn’t going to stay for dinner after all. “Uhh, you can come back for dinner, you know! You don’t need to leave for the ship just now”. Gasping when Renthal threw his clipboard he quickly looked to him, frowning. “Do you have to scare my friends off like that? You know how hard it is for me to make friends…”

Shu was a little sad that Takeshi had decided to retreat from the room but Renthal was pretty insistent on attacking him with various things. Shu still found it funny, even if he was technically in the line of fire as well when he ran after Takeshi. Bouncing after him he giggled happily, spinning around on his heel when he managed to get out. “You should had said sorry, you know!” he smiled, bouncing on his toes, “Saying sorry makes everything better! It’s good to be nice and say sorry. Maybe you won’t get brain damage! What is brain damage? Does it hurt…?”

Viral was under a lot of stress right now and his only way of showing it was through his expression of pain. He couldn’t handle it all at once. Yumi and Vegeta were really laying a lot on him even if they didn’t mean to, as if they were both peering down at him with a judgmental gaze while he was powerless to do anything. He felt so powerless for the duration, being forced to take it even when it was good intentions. Even as Yumi tried to comfort him by placing a hand on his arm he still felt small and powerless to act, trying to defend himself with words alone but the stress was still there. “Then what? I say things and nothing happens…nothing changes…” he spoke lowly. He couldn’t focus on anything that might help him recover because there was no way for him to recover just by speaking about his problems, so he thought. He felt completely powerless and he hated that.

Only giving Vegeta a glance when he spoke up he simply looked away again, staring at nothing. He couldn’t compete against the pair of them in a war of words. He just couldn’t understand it, he was completely useless anyway so what was the point? They were never going to let him be. Finding no way out of this confrontation he felt enclosed and backed into a corner with kindness. Feeling close to simply running away he looked down at himself, his paw slowly lowering to hold his other paw before he let out a sudden gasp as Yumi grabbed him into a hug without warning. He couldn’t really get out of her hold when his arms were squished against his body, not to mention it was difficult to comprehend whenever he did get hugged. Getting all flustered thanks to both Yumi and Vegeta he tried to move but couldn’t, going slightly red in the face before he eventually sighed, giving Vegeta a frown before looking away. “I-…my first wish was going to be for my own life force, my own ‘Ki’”, he muttered, lowering his gaze, “I wanted Ki so badly. To have what organic lifeforms had so I could have my own-…but, after the Saiyans took me, they experimented on me, trying to infuse it into me. I soon realised even if I asked Shenron I would become no better than those Saiyans. Manipulating what I am…but, the power I would gain…it would be beyond comprehension…”Letting out a low growl he shook it off, eventually sighing. “My second wish was a little more complicated…but, I’m not saying anything about that…it’s too personal…”